On Kissing, Tickling, and Being Bored

“Adam Phillips…writes about magnificently light subjects (kissing, tickling and, best of all, worrying) with a great deal of insight… He writes with farsighted equanimity about everything from solitude to spiders. In this regard, he’s a bit like an Oliver Sacks of psychoanalysis, both affable and unalarmed.”—Gail Caldwell, The Boston Sunday Globe

“In three superb books, On Kissing, Tickling, and Being Bored; On Flirtation; and Terrors and Experts…[Phillips] has endorsed pleasure as a laudable goal (imagine!) and enshrined narrative as a form of soul making. In the process, he’s punched lovely skylights into the gloomy Freudian edifice and in general done much to rehabilitate the psychoanalytic enterprise by honoring the idiosyncrasy of human experience and by wielding method lightly, playfully, humanely.”—Will Blythe, Esquire

“Like Chekhov, Phillips writes as well as he doctors, and his fascination with the subtleties of human behavior makes him a good storyteller… He has a welcome openness to the essential strangeness of every person; this alone is reason enough to read him.”—Jane Mendelsohn, The Guardian

“These are extremely insightful psychoanalytic essays on things like worry and solitude, which are of much more concern to me than issues like wanting to sleep with your closest relatives.”—Anne Enright, The Irish Times

“A childlike freshness of vision informs these essays, which are at once compact, sophisticated, sharply knowing, yet almost provocatively casual, relaxed, amusing… [Phillips] is strikingly original and suggestive as a wry observer of psychoanalysis… [A] telling, engaging, brilliantly amusing and unsettling book.”—Robert Coles, Raritan